Feet aren’t so dissimilar. ‘Gnarled’ feet/nails are a massive turn off.Thankfully – his foot looked perfectly decent. Smooth, nails nicely cut...and short, a wisp of blonde hair on the top of the foot, etc. So I let him continue. The next thing I knew – in what felt like a fraction of a second – his toes had moved up my legs, over my thighs and they were probing me. I hadn’t shaved ‘down there’ in a while and I could feel the friction of his toes rubbing me. By now I was feeling extremely horny. ’ ‘Who won?’ ‘You.’ ‘Who owns you?’ ‘you.’ She pulled tighter, lifting his chest from the ground. ‘Louder.’ ‘AAUGH! YOU!’ ‘Should you have been a better husband?’ ‘Yes. Yes.’ ‘Are you ever going to call me bitch again?’ ‘No.’ ‘No… who?’ Tighter. ‘NNng. No Ma’am.’ ‘Do the kids need a weak man to look up to?’ ‘No Ma’am.’ Tighter. ‘What do they need?’ ‘Aaah! A strong woman! They need a strong woman to look up to.’ ‘That’s right. Now what should I do with you?’ ‘I… please let. Are you willing to risk having him die and losing any chance of fixing things?"She caught my gaze and held it. "Yes," she said simply. "If he wins and turns me back into a brainless sex toy, I... I know I can't handle that. And I don't want to risk it. And if I can't... if I can't get my old life back, Rick, that I can handle. And I want to try. And if you try, you risk. It's that simple."And so the decision was made.I explained to Victor in very clear terms what the rules would be. I. "Oh yes" she moaned softly as I did, and then by pure accident because I couldn't see where my hands were exactly, one slipped further down and ran across her moist warm soft pussy."Yes Joey, make sure you cover me there too!" she moaned "definitely rub it in there!"So I began to do just that, and my creamy covered fingers eagerly rubbed back and forth against her increasingly wet pussy mound, enjoying the feeling once again of my stepmothers forbidden zone.After just a few minutes my fingers.